(2014)
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
